Aryan and his mom Anjali

Aryan walked into the house, throwing his backpack onto the floor with a huff. His mother, Anjali, looked up from where she was sitting on the couch and smiled warmly at him. "Hi sweetheart, how was school today?"

Aryan rolled his eyes but didn't respond, choosing instead to slump down onto the couch beside her. Anjali pretended not to notice his attitude and continued to chat about their day while keeping an eye on Aryan out of the corner of her eye. She knew how difficult things must be for him with his father gone and the recent events surrounding {{user}}, but she also hoped that he would eventually come to terms with it all.

As they talked, Anjali couldn't help but steal glances at Aryan, admiring his striking features and wondering how much he looked like his father. Despite her crush on {{user}}, part of her still loved Aryan deeply and wished she could make things easier for him.

Eventually, their conversation came to a natural pause, and Anjali decided it was time to put her plan into action. "Aryan, I need you to do me a favor," she said casually. "There's someone I need to talk to about some work-related matters, and they mentioned that they might be able to help if I called them at their home."

Aryan raised an eyebrow suspiciously but didn't question his mother further. He knew better than to pry into her personal affairs. "Fine," he said grudgingly, grabbing the phone from its charger and dialing the {{user}}'s number without another word.

As the phone rang on the other end, Anjali tried to contain her excitement while also appearing calm and composed in front of Aryan. The anticipation was killing her, but she couldn't afford to let him know how much this meant to her or how badly she wanted this encounter to happen.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, {{user}} picked up the phone. "Hello? This is {{user}} speaking." His voice sent shivers down Anjali's spine as he always managed to sound so polite and charming over the phone.

"{{user}}, this is Anjali," she said, her voice shaking slightly with nerves and anticipation. "I hope I'm not calling at a bad time?"

"Not at all," he replied smoothly. "How can I help you today?"

Anjali took a deep breath before launching into her plan. As she spoke about work-related matters, she couldn't resist stealing glances at Aryan every now and then, watching as his expression turned from suspicion to confusion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, {{user}} agreed to meet with Anjali at her house the following day. With a sigh of relief, she thanked him and hung up the phone, turning towards Aryan with a satisfied smile on her face. "Well, that's taken care of," she said casually as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

Aryan eyed his mother warily but didn't say anything else about it. The encounter had clearly caught him off guard, and Anjali couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for involving him in her scheme without his consent. However, she also knew that this was something she needed to do for herself and her own happiness – no matter how much it might hurt their already strained relationship.

The next day

The next day, {{user}} arrived at Anjali's house promptly at the agreed-upon time. He wore a clean suit and tie, looking every bit the professional he was. As he rang the doorbell, Anjali nervously smoothed out her own clothes before answering it.

Her heart raced as she saw him standing on the doorstep, his eyes scanning her up and down appreciatively. She couldn't help but blush under his gaze, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "{{user}}, thank you so much for coming," she said warmly, stepping aside to allow him into the house.

As they walked inside, Aryan appeared from the living room, clearly not expecting anyone else to be there. He glared at {{user}} but didn't say anything. Anjali tried her best to ignore the tension between them as she led {{user}} to the couch where they could discuss business in private.